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“My boyfriend” Shane says softly, his head laid on Ilyas chest, his hand tracing the necklace nestled inches from his face, the dark of the room settled over them like a blanket.
“Yes?” Ilya responds, sleep heavy in his voice.
“It’s just-“ Shane says, a big embarrassing grin moving over his face. “I can’t believe I have a boyfriend. I can’t believe you are my boyfriend.”
He looks up and meets Ilya eyes, seeing the Russian man smiling down at him. Ilya cards a hand through Shane’s hair.
“And you are my boyfriend.” Ilya says softly.
“Holy shit I am.” Shane says with a small laugh. “I’m your boyfriend.”
Ilya lets out a little giggle and rubs Shane’s earlobe between his fingers.
“Maybe that concussion is still messing with your brain a little.” He teases, Shane smacks his chest lightly
“Shut up.” Shane admonishes “I’m having a moment here.”
He pushes himself up on to his elbow and reaches over to twist one of the curls on the base of Ilyas skull.
“I never thought I could have this. That we would ever get to have this. And I know there’s still a lot for us to figure out and you still have a whole season to play in Boston-“
“One season is nothing.” Ilya says softly, the pad of his thumb lovingly tracing Shane’s freckles on his cheek. He kisses those freckles and whispers against Shane’s skin
“I have waited years to have you for more than one hour at a time. I can do one more season in Boston if it means I get to end it here. And that I get to be closer to you at the end of it.”
Shane let’s tears well up in his eyes and he rests his forehead against Ilyas “Fuck” he says as the tears fall against Ilyas cheeks
“I love you so much.” He gives Ilya a soft kiss and pulls back to look in his eyes.
“I’m gonna learn how to say it in Russian. I’m going to learn how to speak to you in Russian I promise.”
Ilya cracks a watery smile at that and reaches up to wipe Shane’s tears.
“Is very hard language Shane.” He says, halfway teasing. Shane smirks and shakes his head.
“I don’t care. You are my boyfriend and you are leaving your Cup winning team to move to my country to be with me. The least I can do is learn how to speak your language."
This makes them both cry, tears streaming their cheeks. Ilya rolls them over and settles himself on top of Shane.
“Ya tebya lyublyu my very sweet boyfriend” Ilya whispers softly, humming as Shane rubs his fingers through his hair.
“I love you too.” Shane says, “and I love this, your weight on top of me. Makes me feel safe.”
“I’ve noticed. Pressure calms you. Like when I touch your neck or squeeze your leg.”
“It does.” Shane lets out a breath and settles further into the bed under Ilyas weight.
“Fuck I can’t believe I had a panic attack like that at my parents.” He says into Ilyas hair.
“Was a big day” Ilya mutters. “Is understandable.”
“I’m so happy you were there. I’m happy they get to know you like I know you.” Shane says, kissing the top of Ilyas head.
Ilya lets some more tears fall and if Shane feels them on his chest then he is kind enough to not mention it.
“It was nice, to see your family together.” Ilya says quietly. At that, Shane nudges his head so Ilya will shift to look up at him.
“You’re a part of that too now.” Shane says, wiping Ilyas tears. “My boyfriend, my family.”
“Big words.” Ilya says with a small smile “Big beautiful words.”